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one word prompts// 21. — birthday

Rey is, for lack of a better term: fucking hammered. The kind of drunk where she leans against Finn hopelessly, laughing at something Rose had said and hoping to god she doesn’t have to go pee again before bar break, because if she does there is no way she’ll be able to re-button her bodysuit. One half sipped glass of water and a shot of jameo (“for the birthday girl!”) later, however, peeing is the least of Rey’s worries as she makes a desperate dash for the back door.

The alleyway greets her in a rush of sharp fall air lack of audience save for one man, leaning against the wall just outside the door, heater in hand. With a decided lack of pomp and circumstance, Rey scrambles over the edge of the dumpster and empties the contents of her stomach over the lip. As it usually does, the act of vomiting snaps Rey a little closer to reality, and by the time she’s lowering off of her tiptoes her vision is clear enough to warrant a glance at the man who’d just watched her birthday barf.

“You’re pretty hot.” Rey announces after a few seconds of inspection as she wipes the spit and bile from her mouth with the stamped back of one small hand before continuing.

“If I wasn’t so in love with my boyfriend I’d totally fuck you.” Her companion smiles around his cigarette, eyebrows vanished into wild curls.

“Well.” He takes one last drag and tosses the butt to the asphalt in the same second that the door behind them opens, and Rey’s friends come spilling out in a wave of pounding bass and laughter.

“I’m glad to hear it.” Rey’s eyes narrow, and she feels like she’s missing something rather important when Finn lays a friendly punch into the man’s shoulder.

“You good to get her home, Solo?” He nods and shrugs out of his worn leather jacket to wrap it around her shoulders as they fall into step behind the group. Rey squints up at him, studies the long line of his nose and the way his eyes seem to burn like the neon lights behind them.

SORRY FOR THE DELAY BABE. ENJOY~~

Rey can feel his pulse racing. It’s a odd pulsing sensation against her hand. Her eyes flit to his face briefly. It’s surprisingly unreadable for once-- if nothing else becoming Supreme Leader has helped with his Sabacc face, Rey notes. Kylo’s ears on the other hand, tell a different story. What can be glimpsed from beneath his dark longish hair, is red and flushed. 

“I have no idea what the council’s decision will be,” she says softly running her bare calloused thumb against the pulse point of his wrist. The exposed skin there is pale and smooth. It’s almost a like secret hidden within all the layers he tries to suffocate his soul with. “I promise, I’ll stand with you.”

He pulls away from her grasp. She lets go. 

“I’m sorry I--”

He takes off his glove and entwines his large hand with hers. His pulse is still racing, but now so is hers. He leans down.

Their foreheads touch.

Breaths in sync.

Ben squeezes her hand.

She squeezes back.

They walk in together.

Hand holding ?

  why the fuck do they keep ruining natasha’s hair a...

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